Sometimes we learn in the classroom, and other times we run around the city plotting schemes to earn a few Quetzals on the side by commandeering the school bus offering our shuttle services between towns. Chayito (my teacher) would drive, and I would be the one hanging out the door yelling “Xela, xela, xela!” and rushing people already running into the bus and cramming them in with their babies and animals and packages, because you never know when you’re going to need that extra quetzal and twenty five centivos (15 cents) and there’s always, always room for one more.